Tombstone epitaph., 1887-08-13
How He Got q Wife.

Among the arrivals at the North western depot yesterday were a strange looking couple, the man wearing buifalo-skin coat and the woman along sack made of the same material, dress trimmed with it, and shoes lined with it. He was perhaps forty years of age, but she did not appear to be more than twenty-five. After looking around awhile he confidcd in porter and ask ed to be shown to a decent hotel where he could stop few days.
 "The fact is," he observed, i've are
 our wedding tour, and while I'm
 bonanza man exactly I've got
 1agh to see this town witA and I'm going to do it."
 After the porter had named over half dozen hotels apd made himself otherwise agreeable the traveller insist ed on introducing him to his wife. When the porter was presented to Mrs, John Fellows the proud husband said:
 "There now, Jennie, l teld you I'd introduce you ii society, but this is on- ly beginning"
 The porter showed signs of wanting to get away, but Mir. Fo.lows clung to him.
 "You don't know how we came to be married, do yonp No, I'll bet you don't. We'll, now, I'll tell you. We're from Eagle City, Idaho; right from the mines you might say. I've been therf ,ear, but Mrs. Fellows, here care only about six months ago l Ter ember mighty well the day she hoofed it in, don't l, Jennie? We'll 1 should smile. There was a gang of them, and when they came over the mountain the snow was morn neck frost on the windows of tophet. Well, as was saying, there were lots of fel lows coming in who didn't have nc business in that hard country, and one of them in this batch felt kinder sorry for He was slight little chap not more'n up to my shoulders, and there was kind of good look about his eyes and mouth somehow. So when l saw he didn't have no grub and no dust and not much muscle and no liquor I took mercy on him and told him if he'd be my partner we'd go it together, and would see that he got feed enough. Well, sir, he swollered that bait--hook, line and all, and we worked together three or four months. I've seen richer claims than mine, but it yields enough to keep me from grumbling, and that's more'n most of them do. We'll, as l was saying, my pardner made himself useful in a good many ways. He was a mighty good cook-the best cook l ever saw, and he want no slouch eith- CT with pick and shovel. One day this fall he got kinder sick and 1 took care of him, and finally, when he got worse 1 thought I'd just go to the camp and get doctor. He didn't want no doctor, but got one. When the doc- tor came in l hung around awhile and then went out on an errand. As l entered the cabin again the boy was crying ard the doctor takes me off on one side, and, says he:
 "'Your pard is woman."
 "'Git out. says l.
 "'It's fact says he. She just told me so.'
 "Well, that broke me up worse than dynamite explosion. 1 was ashamed, and 1 said; Take her away, doc; she's your'n', but he says: No, sir; she's sick, and you must take care of her.
 ''Then l thought it all over and l made up my mind would. The doc and nursed her for four weeks, and when she got so she could sit up-mind ysu, I'd never said word to her yet I says, solemn like. What's yer nApe, please?' and she looked or the Ao& and says: Jennie" Good enough says l. Jennie, will you be my wifeP' and she says, You bet That settled it. We had the parson come up the next day and we made up this here outfit for a wedding tour, and that's what we're doing now. .'-- -ChicaJo Her. aLd